Chapter 44: Song
I was three – well, twenty-one to you – when I realized I had been here before. It happened one day when the dads were singing to me; one of our favorite things. I was once a musician, I thought. No, wait, I even wrote the songs! Sometimes I think the dad who dabbles in Buddhism suspects my past, but I have no way to confirm it other than cuddles, licks, and a deeper song. I don’t think I lived in Orlando, but I’m guessing I did alright in that life, since I got to come back as a dog.
Storied Orlando is a short-short story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less. Some of the stories are lovely, some less so, but they all want to be told.